Ji Xingwen had not expected the other party to be so domineering, not even giving him a shred of face. He suddenly felt like he was sitting in wax, standing there immobilized, unable to advance or retreat, extremely embarrassed.
He wanted to say something else but did not dare; the combat power the other had displayed earlier on was such that a single slap could kill him if they were displeased.
The most pitiful aspect was that the other party knew of his family pedigree but didn't care in the least, while he knew nothing about this Lu Feichen!
"Kid, don't wear pants bigger than your butt. Scram to the side. You can't enjoy that woman, so if you don't want to die, back off immediately," Lu Feichen snorted coldly.
Ji Xingwen's face turned bright red, not daring to retort, and after gritting his teeth, he took a step back.
However, when he turned his head and caught sight of Ling Fan's seemingly mocking smile, it felt as if a huge stone had lodged itself inside his heart.